It was a lovely summer day in August 2010. Sunny, warm, bordering on downright hot, I had spent a pleasant morning yard sailing with my friend Jenn. Recently retired, I had started a sewing and alterations business in my home. Life for me was perfect, it was all that I had hoped for and more.
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Pulling into the driveway I could see my husband in his usual spot out under the maple tree in the back yard. For three seasons of the year you could find him out there, feeding the chipmunks, watching the birds at the feeders, enjoying the grandkids, or drinking a beer. It was "his" spot.
There he sat as usual, but something wasn't right. For one thing, he didn't come to help me unload the car of all the "treasures" I had found. He usually took this opportunity to make some crack about lifting the roof and adding another floor. Even from a distance I could see something was wrong. He didn't look good.
As I approached I noticed he was wearing his winter jacket! Not only was he wearing his winter jacket at high noon on a warm summer day, but he was shivering!! I don't mean a little shiver, I mean full out, teeth chattering, full body shiver.
Questioning him told us nothing. Nothing was wrong, he didn't need a doctor and he hadn't been doing anything!!! I was left to speculate and wonder.
Six weeks later it happened again. Same scenario, but this time he asked me to take him to hospital. Now I was feeling the cold chill. Fear gripped me, and I knew. That knowing settled into my bones, haunted my every moment and rested like a dark shaddow on my shoulder. I don't know how else to explain it. I am not phsycic, I don't get premonitions, but I KNEW, and even as I continued to convince myself otherwise, that knowing never went away.
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